TIME, YOU OLD GYPSY MAN

TIME, YOU OLD GYPSY MAN
 ..... Ralf Hodgson

Time, you old gipsy man,
   Will you not stay
Put up your Caravan
    Just for one day?

All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bell's for your jennet
Of Silver the best,
    Goldsmiths shall beat you
     A great golden ring,
      Peacock shall bow to you
     Little boy sing.
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may,
Time, you old gipsy
Why hasten away?

Last week in Babylon,
Last night in Rome,
Morning, and inthe crash
Under Paul's dome;
Under Paul's dial
You tighten your rain -
Only a moment,
And off once again
Off to some city
Now blind in the womb,
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb,

Time, you old gipsy man,
    Will you not stay
Put up your caravan
    Just for one day